"You're here. Copy this address to browse%73%68%75%68%61%68%61%2e%63%6f%6d"Feng Qianxi didn't look up, the sound quality was as green as a lotus, and there was a faint self-deprecation on the corner of his thin 'lips', yes, what was he still obsessed with?

A cluster of white light popped out from his fingertips, and the wound that was still bleeding did not heal in an instant, leaving not even a trace of injury.

The palm of the hand smoothed over the surface of the piano, the hazy white light emanated, and the broken strings were miraculously reconnected in an instant.

Feng Qianxi's eyes were faint, and the ridicule on his lips gradually faded, returning to his usual light and breezy appearance.

Fingertips caress the strings, consciously or unconsciously, producing a monotonous sound that does not make a song.

The white-haired man didn't speak, he looked at him quietly, there seemed to be helplessness in his eyes, and after a long time, he shook his head and sighed lowly: "I just got the news, the Demon Emperor Emperor has been resurrected." ”

Feng Qianxi's fingertips trembled slightly, the corners of his 'lips' were raised, and he continued to stroke the qin: "Yes, he is finally back, and he deserves to be the emperor's evil." ”

"What about you, Brookbre?" The white-haired man's eyes were burning, as if he was hiding an endless meaning.

"Me?" Feng Qianxi smiled faintly: "The years are reckless, perhaps, it's time." ”

The white-haired man was stunned for a moment, and frowned puzzled: "What do you mean?" ”

"How's the mirage going?" Feng Qianxi didn't answer the question, and continued to pluck the strings for a while, and his expression was as indifferent as a pool of autumn water.

The white-haired man couldn't keep up with his rhythm for a while, but subconsciously said: "The seven mirages have all arrived, but the purple mirage beads and the black mirage beads have never been whereabouts after the 'flower' appeared, and now I don't know ......."

At this point, he suddenly paused, he raised his head in some astonishment, looked at Feng Qianxi, and his eyes were full of surprise: "You have figured it out?!" ”

Feng Qianxi's face was still not sad or happy, his long eyelashes were slightly constricted, like two gently fluttering butterfly wings, and he was silent for a long time before he said lightly: "I am fortunate to have it, but I can't ...... My life. ”

…… I am fortunate to have it, but I will not die......

Eight words, although short, only the parties concerned can understand how many vicissitudes and helplessness are contained in it.

He finally decided to give up?!

The white-haired man suddenly looked surprised, and strode into the pavilion: "Do you really think so?" ”

However, Feng Qianxi pursed her lips and stopped talking.

The white-haired man's 'agitation' was incomprehensible, and even his handsome facial features, which were originally pale and bloodless, seemed to come alive.

But then, he suddenly sighed in a low voice: "If you had thought like this, why would you have suffered so many sins." ”

Feng Qianxi smiled disapprovingly: "You don't have to sigh, these are what I am willing." ”

The white-haired man shook his head: "I don't know your mind, but she ......, alas, since you have figured it out now, then it's not too late for everything, and when you collect the nine ancient mirages, everything can return to its original place." ”

"Perhaps." Feng Qianxi's calm eyes suddenly crossed a dark light, everything, really...... Can they all be returned to their original positions?

I've waited for so many years, persevered for so many years, and looked forward to it for so many years, but in the end, do you still have to give up?

Even if everything can go back to its place, at least that person will never come back, right?

In this case, will the so-called 'in-situ' really be the original 'in-situ'?